Post by Kara on Nov 26, 2010 20:32:46 GMT -5
Name: Kara
Age: 23
Personality: Kara rarely speaks to anyone and tends to avoid becoming too attached to people (by the second time her owner forced her to kill someone she had befriended for his sadistic pleasure she had learned her lesson). She has serious trust issues with strangers as her former owner (and most of the people involved with the arena's she has fought in) regarded her as little more than a animal who they used to make them money and Kara tends to assume that everyone will act the same. Her attitude is beginning to slowly change now that she is no longer a slave.
Features: Kara is 5'6" tall with shoulder length flaming red hair and blue eyes. She has a lean, wiry physique. Her body is covered in scars of various sizes from her time in the arena. She has a tattoo/brand on her left shoulder which was 'given' to her by her last owner so that she could be easily identified.
Occupation: Escaped gladiatrix.
Where you live: Formerly various locations in the Roman Empire, currently mobile.
Good, Bad, or Neutral: Good.
Species: Human.
Gender: Female.
Avatar: I'll work on that since my level of ability in making such things up is somewhere below non-existent. As far as face claims go I'd like to claim Sophia Myles.
Secret Word:
RP Sample: As she ran through the forest Kara tried to work out what she was going to do. When one of the guards escorting her to her new owner had stepped too close to the cage with his back turned to her Kara had acted instictively.
After breaking his neck Kara had grabbed his key and sword and freed herself. The three remaining guards had not presented much of a challenge. She had suffered worse injuries than the cut across her right ribs in the arena before with no problems.
Of course, she had realised since then that as soon as she had finished in the arena she would have had her injuries seen to. Instead she had ran into the woods bordering the track and was still running, her gladiarorial outfit (consisting of sandals, leather straps covering the bare minimum to keep her decent and not a whole lot else) covered in blood, some the guard's but (Kara guessed) a lot more her own from the wound on her side. She was starting to feel a little light-headed.
Kara instinctively dropped into a roll as she suddenly burst from the wood onto a track with the forest on the other side. She looked either way up the track as she tried to get her bearings. Wishing again that she had brought a scabbard for the sword she had taken from one of the guards Kara moved up the track, follwing the sound of running water while listening for anyone approaching. She smiled as she saw a small stream cutting across the track.
Kara sank to her knees beside the stream and started to wipe the blood, sweat and dirt from her face. The need to keep moving was somewhat complicated by the fact that she was thirsty, hungry and exhausted as well as dressed in her arena fighting gear, which didn't conceal very much and probably would make her stand out somewhat in polite company. After drinking enough water to feel somewhat better Kara looked at the wound on her side. Judging by the amount of blood her initial guess of how bad it was had been wrong. Her almost complete lack of medical knowledge probably made things worse.
After trying to work out what to do Kara gingerly started to clean her wound, the reult of which was enough pain to make her cry out (not to mention nearly pass out). She slumped onto her uninjured side, trying to avoid making any more noise as she listened to see if anyone had heard her.
Age: 23
Personality: Kara rarely speaks to anyone and tends to avoid becoming too attached to people (by the second time her owner forced her to kill someone she had befriended for his sadistic pleasure she had learned her lesson). She has serious trust issues with strangers as her former owner (and most of the people involved with the arena's she has fought in) regarded her as little more than a animal who they used to make them money and Kara tends to assume that everyone will act the same. Her attitude is beginning to slowly change now that she is no longer a slave.
Features: Kara is 5'6" tall with shoulder length flaming red hair and blue eyes. She has a lean, wiry physique. Her body is covered in scars of various sizes from her time in the arena. She has a tattoo/brand on her left shoulder which was 'given' to her by her last owner so that she could be easily identified.
Occupation: Escaped gladiatrix.
Where you live: Formerly various locations in the Roman Empire, currently mobile.
Good, Bad, or Neutral: Good.
Species: Human.
Gender: Female.
Avatar: I'll work on that since my level of ability in making such things up is somewhere below non-existent. As far as face claims go I'd like to claim Sophia Myles.
Secret Word:
RP Sample: As she ran through the forest Kara tried to work out what she was going to do. When one of the guards escorting her to her new owner had stepped too close to the cage with his back turned to her Kara had acted instictively.
After breaking his neck Kara had grabbed his key and sword and freed herself. The three remaining guards had not presented much of a challenge. She had suffered worse injuries than the cut across her right ribs in the arena before with no problems.
Of course, she had realised since then that as soon as she had finished in the arena she would have had her injuries seen to. Instead she had ran into the woods bordering the track and was still running, her gladiarorial outfit (consisting of sandals, leather straps covering the bare minimum to keep her decent and not a whole lot else) covered in blood, some the guard's but (Kara guessed) a lot more her own from the wound on her side. She was starting to feel a little light-headed.
Kara instinctively dropped into a roll as she suddenly burst from the wood onto a track with the forest on the other side. She looked either way up the track as she tried to get her bearings. Wishing again that she had brought a scabbard for the sword she had taken from one of the guards Kara moved up the track, follwing the sound of running water while listening for anyone approaching. She smiled as she saw a small stream cutting across the track.
Kara sank to her knees beside the stream and started to wipe the blood, sweat and dirt from her face. The need to keep moving was somewhat complicated by the fact that she was thirsty, hungry and exhausted as well as dressed in her arena fighting gear, which didn't conceal very much and probably would make her stand out somewhat in polite company. After drinking enough water to feel somewhat better Kara looked at the wound on her side. Judging by the amount of blood her initial guess of how bad it was had been wrong. Her almost complete lack of medical knowledge probably made things worse.
After trying to work out what to do Kara gingerly started to clean her wound, the reult of which was enough pain to make her cry out (not to mention nearly pass out). She slumped onto her uninjured side, trying to avoid making any more noise as she listened to see if anyone had heard her.
